Once a child with many dreams,
he reaches deep into that child-man’s heart.
Painting the shore with mere words
powerful black and white explodes color and sound.
Imagining worlds into existence
holding them in the palm of his hand open wide.
Words cannot fence this canvas once blank
now beautiful magic pouring forth.
Like the stars swallowing the universe whole.
He is the voice and dream of every man;
He commands Never-Never-Land and secretly he is father to Peter Pan.
He reads the sky into existence; He writes the kites flying above so high.
Memories are gifts from the Master who reads them real.
The journey is his game; he is the destination as well as your home.
The Master tastes the night and feels that high that madness can be.
The Imaginarium encompasses the one creating tales he dreams until they exist.
What is life if not a tale of adventure, love, pain, and woe
Where happiness is locked away hidden yet to be revealed?
Copyright (c) Emily Wood (Inspired by“Storytime” by Nightwish)
Photo by Photl